There must be ways to come alive
If we are not so scared of facing death
Knowing that each new change
And stage
Asks of us both
An opening
And a shedding
There must be ways to move along
Allowing the spirit of ourselves
To fill our lungs
So that we sing a song
That resonates
All the way down to our core
Burning off the places
And fears
And rejected feelings
We could not bear
To face before
Transforming them
In the fire of change
Surely there is a way to soar
That may require for a time
The clipping of our wings
And if the jailed bird sings
Its song of freedom
Then it must awaken to the state
Of being caged
And never surrender
It’s soul lament
Until its song
Burns a path
To liberation
this is so beautiful Deb! I really loved it! Such a beautiful sentiment. xo
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Thank you so much darling… Glad you loved it.
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Hugs XOXO
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Yes … an old injured bird can sing a new dawn’s song again………
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